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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.