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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.