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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
10cc,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.