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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.