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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.