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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.