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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.