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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.