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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.