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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.