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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.