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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Flipper 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.