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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.