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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.