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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.