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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.