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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Smog,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.