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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.