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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
UT,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.