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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.