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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.