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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.