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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.