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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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?
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
UT,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.