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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.