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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
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.