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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Mars,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.