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 Philippines and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.