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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.