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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.