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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker 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 grunge 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.