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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.