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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.