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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.