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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.