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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.