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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.