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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.