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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.