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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.