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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.