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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.