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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Organ,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.