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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Kayak,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.