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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.