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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.