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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.