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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.