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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.