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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.