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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Wings,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.