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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.