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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.