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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.