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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.