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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.