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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.