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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.