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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.