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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.