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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.