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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Index,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.