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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.