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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.