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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.