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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.