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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.