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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
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.