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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.