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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.