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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.