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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.