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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.