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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.