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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.