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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Slave,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.