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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.