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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Magazine,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.