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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
MC5,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.