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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.