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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
UT,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.