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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.