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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.