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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.