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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.