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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.