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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.