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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.