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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.