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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
MDC,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.