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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Cymande,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.