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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.