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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.