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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.