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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.