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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Roxette,
UT,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.