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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.