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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Nico,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.