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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.