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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
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.