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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.