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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.