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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
JFA,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.