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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.