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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Quantec,
Yaz,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.