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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
X-101,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.