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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.