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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.