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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.