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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.