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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.