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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.