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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Smog,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.