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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.