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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.