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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.