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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.