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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.