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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Swans,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Index,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.