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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.