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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.