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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.