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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Can,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.