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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.