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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.