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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.