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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.