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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Index,
The Evens,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Organ,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.