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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.