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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.