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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.