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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.