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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.