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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.