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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.