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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.