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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
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 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.