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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.