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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.