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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.