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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.