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 Syria and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.