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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Little Man to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Lalann,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.