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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.