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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
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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.