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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.