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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.