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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Neu!,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.