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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.