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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.