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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn 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.