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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.