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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.