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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.