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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.