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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.