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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.