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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.