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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.