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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.