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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.