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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.