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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.