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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
10cc,
Interpol,
Wings,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.