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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.