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 India and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Pole,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.