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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
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.