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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.