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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.