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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.