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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Index,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.