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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.