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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.