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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Can,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.