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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Kayak,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.