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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Magma,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.