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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.