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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
MC5,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.