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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.