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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.