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 Romania 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Wire,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.