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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Gong,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.