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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Technova,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.