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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.