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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.