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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.