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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.