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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.