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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Names,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Selecter,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.