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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
a-ha,
PIL,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.