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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.