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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
June Days,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.