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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.