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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.