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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.