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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.