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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.