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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.