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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.