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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
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.