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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.