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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.