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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.