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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Can,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.