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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.