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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.