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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.