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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.