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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.