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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.