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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.