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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
This Heat,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.