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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.