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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.