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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.