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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.