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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
JFA,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.