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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.