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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Move,
Wings,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.