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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.