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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.