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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.