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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.