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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Can,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.