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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.