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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.