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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.