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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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?
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.