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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.