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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.