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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.