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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.