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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
the Association,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.