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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.