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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.