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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.