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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.