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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.