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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.