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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.