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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.