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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.