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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
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.