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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.