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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.