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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.