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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.