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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.