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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Pole,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.