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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
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Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.