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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.