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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
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.