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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
MDC,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.