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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.