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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.