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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.