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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
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.