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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Organ,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.