Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.