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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.