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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.