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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.