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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.