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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
New Order,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.