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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Television,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.