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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Move,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Remains,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.