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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.