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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.