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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.