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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Faust,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.