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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Television,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.