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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.