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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.