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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.