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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.