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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.