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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.