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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.