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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Brick,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.