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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.