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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
UT,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.