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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
AZ,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.