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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.