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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.