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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.