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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.