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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
UT,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.