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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Ludus,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.