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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
DNA,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.