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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.