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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.