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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.