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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.