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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.