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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.