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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.