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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Gories,
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.