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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.