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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.