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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.