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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
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.