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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.