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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.