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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.