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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.