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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.