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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.