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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.