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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.