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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.