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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Organ,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.