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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
June Days,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.