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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.