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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Visage,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.