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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.