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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.