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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.