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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.