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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.