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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.