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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.