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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.