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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.