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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Slave,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.