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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.