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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.