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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Ten City,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.