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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.