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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.