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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
cv313,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.