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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.