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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.