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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.