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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.