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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Pole,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.