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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.