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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.