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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.