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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.