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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.