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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.