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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.