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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Gong,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.