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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.