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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.