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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.