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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.