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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.