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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
10cc,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.