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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.