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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
PIL,
X-102,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.