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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.