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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.