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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.