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 Japan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.