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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.