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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.