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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Organ,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.