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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.