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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.