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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.