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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.