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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.