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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.