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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.