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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.