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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Smog,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.