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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.