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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.