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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 UT to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.