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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.