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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.