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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.