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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.