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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Television,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.