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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.