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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
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.