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 Israel and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Index,
Ludus,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.