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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.