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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.