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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.