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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.