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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Wings,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.