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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.