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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.