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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.