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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.