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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.