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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.