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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Nas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.