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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.