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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.