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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Faust,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.