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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.