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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.