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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.