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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Pole,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.