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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.