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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.