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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.