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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.