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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.