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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.