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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.