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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.