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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.