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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.