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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Scion,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.