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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.