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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.