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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Names,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.