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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.