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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.