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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.