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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.