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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.