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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.