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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.