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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.