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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
ABC,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.