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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.