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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.