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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.