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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Jandek,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.