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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.