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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.