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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Unwound,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.