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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Saints,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.