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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
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.