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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.