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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.