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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.