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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.