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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.