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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
10cc,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.