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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.