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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.