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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
UT,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.