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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.