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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Dead C 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.