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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Wake,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.