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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.