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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.