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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visage 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.