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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.