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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.