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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.