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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.