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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.