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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q and Not U 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.