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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Index,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.