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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
World's Most,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.