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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.