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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.