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 New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.