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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
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.