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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.