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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.