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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.