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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.