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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.