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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.