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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.