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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.