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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.