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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.