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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.