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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.