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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.