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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.