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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Franke,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
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.