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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.