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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.