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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.