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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.