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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Monks,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.