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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.