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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.