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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.