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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.