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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.