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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.