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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Brick to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.