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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s 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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.