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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
UT,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.