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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.