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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.