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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Japan,
Josef K,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.