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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.