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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.