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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.