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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.