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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.