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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.