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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.