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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Japan,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
UT,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.