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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.