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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.