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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.