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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.