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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.