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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.