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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.