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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.