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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.