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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.