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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.