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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Move,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.