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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.