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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.