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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.