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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.